<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:43:16.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Ends Survivor 26</title><subtitle type='html'>Everybody's favourite survivor fanfiction can be read here!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ellie-May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12399810852933044031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-111188218513212992</id><published>2005-03-26T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:01:55.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 5 – Fashionable Frenzy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 15&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Tribe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cori ~ Ryan ~ Cody ~ Daniel ~ Ingrid ~ Elizabeth ~ Michaela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Although on the outside, this tribe was looking great both physically and mentally, one member was distraught over last nights festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the tribe was sleeping, Ryan was not. After last nights “Tuesday”, he couldn't get any sleep, he was furious that his privacy could be so easily invaded, and couldn't stand another day with these people, or so he thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I can't believe they did that, I mean they don't have the right to question whoever they want, &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt; are stupid, mean and hurtful. They shouldn't ever be done again!” Ryan said to himself, almost muttering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You're right, they are!” Michaela said, &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Where did you come from?!?” Ryan almost fell off of his hay bail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“No matter, but I do agree with you, why should you force someone to tell you something that they don't want to tell you?” Michaela tried to sound as &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;believable&lt;/span&gt; as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If Ryan would believe her, after she was the one who wanted to play the game, she would play him like a fool. Ryan would go to anyone who would take his side, now all she needed to do was pop the question. (*snicker*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So, we both feel the same way, why don't we make an alliance?” Michaela asked, laying the bait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Final Two?” Ryan said, taking it with ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Final Two,” Michaela said confidently walking away as the tribe began to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Ryan prepared banana for breakfast, he was confident that he would go all the way with Michaela, she didn't have a reason to lie to him, he hoped as he announced that &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;roasted&lt;/span&gt; bananas were served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Michaela's&lt;/span&gt; position on the game was an interesting one, ever since Mitchell was voted out, she decided to play the game to the best of her ability. In her mind, the word &lt;i&gt;play&lt;/i&gt; meant playing challenges, playing alliances, and playing people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since the proclaimed “Tuesday”, the tribe had been more tense than it should have. Ingrid and Michaela didn't like this tension, they needed to do something so that they weren't held responsible for the tribes negative morale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We need to do something, Michaela!” Ingrid exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I know, but what should we do?” Michaela asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well....” Ingrid thought, as it clicked, “I've got it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What? What is it?!” Michaela said as Ingrid grinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Banana Tribe was sitting around the haystack discussing the tribal council that was going to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Who do you think is going to go home tonight?” Cody was eager to know what his &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;tribe mates&lt;/span&gt; thought about the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I really hope it's Brittney,” Elizabeth said, “She doesn't belong here and should be gone as soon as possible!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hey, there's uh.. Mall Mail here,” Michaela said, trying to act confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What?!?” the tribe said in unison as they opened the mail, surprised at it's contents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Around your camp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We have planted some clues.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once you find them,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will find some good news,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So go on, get looking!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's not that much time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;That now concludes, the end of this rhyme.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“That's an &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; clue...” Elizabeth said, confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“But, where do we start?” Cody wondered, as his question was just as soon answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Right here!” Ingrid said as she read the clue, “The first step to the treasure is under your nose, don't take a step, or it'll be under your toes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“That ones easy, it's under this hay bail!” Cori said, lifting the hay bail and getting the clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hmm... this one says 'You've found the first clue, you should be glad, if you can't find this clue, you might just get mad. Look high and low, the former is better, and you might find, the next part of this letter', weird.. what do you think it means?!?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, it said that the former is better, maybe that means it's the first choice, which would &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;be.... high&lt;/span&gt;!” Ryan reasoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What could it mean by high?” Cori said as she looked up at the ceiling and saw a clue staring her right in the face, “Oh! Hey! There it is!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“This better tell us where the clue is!” Cody sighed as he read the clue, “Here it goes, 'Congratulations, you found the clue, one step closer to the prize, that would be you. You've looked high and low, you've looked near and far, now you must look for a clue in a jar!'”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Clue in a jar?” Daniel questioned “Do we have jars here? I don't know about any jars! Where are the jars?!?!” Daniel broke a sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Whoa, calm down there Daniel” Elizabeth said, baffled as to why he was so worked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unbeknown to the rest of the tribe, Daniel knew exactly where the jar was. While he was walking to the bathroom this morning, he tripped over a glass jar with a small piece of paper in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hey guys! I found the clue, but I think the jar is broken.” Daniel said trying not to sound guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Congratulations, you found the last clue, now there is a prize waiting for you, go back to your beds, you'll find the prize there. Don't forget that you've already won something to wear.” The clue read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the tribe headed to their bunks, they found a ripe banana on each of their beds. They knew then, that this was a challenge by Ingrid and Michaela, and all of the tribe was glad that they did this, because it brought them together as a tribe, and showed them how lucky they were not to be at tribal council tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Gee, thanks guys!” Cori exclaimed, “This 'challenge' was totally fun! You sure pulled one over on us.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“But who did those rhymes? It obviously wasn't Michaela. She's brutal at poetry!” Daniel said, as the tribe laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muffin Tribe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Brittney ~ Vedran ~ Sean ~ Mike ~ Katie ~ Julia ~ Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things were uneasy at the Muffin Tribe, and the fact that they were going to Tribal Council that night didn't help much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still undecided about yesterdays alliance troubles, Julia sat alone. She was busy contemplating how she was going to vote. She was the swing vote, would she vote with Brittney, or vote with Katie? If she voted with Brittney, she would have a free ride to the merger, and possibly even to the final two. But could she really do that to Katie? Her alliance-mate since the beginning, all those meetings in the girls bathroom, just thrown away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Stupid Jeff,” she thought, “Why did you have to quit, things would have been so much easier,”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hey Joolz,” Katie said in a hollow tone, “How's it going?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, it could be better,” Julia smiled for the first time today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Yeah, how did we get ourselves into this?” Katie sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, first of all...” Julia said as they both laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I'm going to leave you to you're thinking. Just remember, do what's in your heart, whatever you think is right,” Katie walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leaving her to her thinking was right. What was she going to do? Julia wished she knew, but the words of Katie rang in her, “Do what's in your heart,”. She knew what she had to do, she just didn't know how to do it. Julia sighed as she got up and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vedran, Sean, and Brittney were sitting around talking about how Tribal Council was going to go down. They knew that Julia was the swing vote, and they needed to do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We need the swing vote to get that basket-case Katie out of here,” Vedran said with just a hint of irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“How reliable is Julia as a swing vote? She'll probably realize that she should do the “right thing” and vote with Katie, she's not a smart choice to trust as a swing vote,” Sean reasoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You're right, Sean,” Brittney agreed, “That's why we aren't going to have any use for a swing vote,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What do you mean?” Vedran asked as Brittney explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Just listen up,” Brittney began her explanation, “If we don't stand a chance at winning Julia over as a swing vote, then we need to eliminate the use for a swing vote. We are going to get Julia to vote with us first, then we will force Mike and Dylan to vote with us. Blackmail is key, and we need these votes,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“That's.. evil” Sean said, amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Evil, but if we can pull it off, we will control the game!” Vedran said as a smile started to grown on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So let's do it!” Brittney said, as the plan commenced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hey Julia?” Brittney said as she came up behind her, “We need to talk,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Julia knew that the four words that you don't want to hear in life are 'we need to talk', but Julia never thought that this would be an issue so early in life. Julia sighed as she motioned Brittney to continue talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Listen, I know that I have come into this game with alliances already formed. I know that you and Katie have a very strong alliance, but think about it. What is going to happen when we merge? Cori, Ingrid, and Elizabeth are still all in this game, do you really think she is going to pick you over them? Once we merge she is going to totally ditch you! I can swear to you that I won't, We'll go to the final two!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Wow... you're right,” Julia didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was true, she knew Katie would pick them over her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“So, you're going to vote for Katie tonight?” Brittney attempted to seal the deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I don't think I have any other choice,” Julia said sullenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I'm so sorry that it had to come to this, but I think it's for the best,” Brittney comforted her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Vedran, Sean,” Brittney addressed her alliance, “Phase one of our operation is complete. Phase Two – Blackmail or Bust,”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Brittney confidently approached Dylan and Mike, she knew that they would have no choice but to surrender to her demands. She knew that what she was doing was horrible and evil, but she loved the power that she had, kind of scary in it's own right. Making sure that Katie was nowhere in sight, Brittney laid down her demands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Hey guys, do you mind if I talk to you a bit?” Brittney asked in her “nice voice” knowing perfectly well that they want nothing to do with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Good!” she said as she continued, “I wanted to talk to you about Tribal Council. I know that you guys are going to vote for me, but I would strongly advise against it. Julia has agreed to vote for us, and we now have the majority. If you choose to vote against us, you two will be the next to go, and that is a fact. So I will leave the choice up to you, even though you don't really have one. Ha ha ha!” Brittney laughed evilly as she walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“What are we going to do Dylli?!” Mike exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“We're going to do what we have to do. We don't have much choice, do we?” Dylan sighed, knowing that Brittney had them cornered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Attention Muffin Tribe!” Brittney announced, just before they were going to leave for tribal council.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“To avoid any tension, I would like to make sure we are all on the same terms tonight. It is to be known that tonight is the night that Katie is going to be voted off,” Brittney said as a slash of pain hit Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Katie couldn't believe this was happening, she had worked too hard to be voted off this early. How could Julia, Mike, and Dylan all betray her? This was unbelievable. All that she knew is that she wouldn't go down without a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“All of you decided that you're going to vote me off?” Katie asked, giving her former alliance members a glare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Katie, she didn't give us a choice, if we don't vote with her, we'll be the next ones gone. We don't have a choice, I'm sorry,” Mike pleaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sorry? Don't be sorry for me. If anything, I'm the one sorry for you! I can't believe you degraded yourself to her level. Good luck with the game, you'll need it a lot,” Katie said, dismissing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“And you?” Katie said, directing her comment at Julia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I'm...” Julia couldn't get the words out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You're what? A backstabbing, traitorous, kniving, loser? Is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; what you are?” Katie said as she turned her back and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Sorry,” Julia said, just a little too late. Shedding a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“You guys, I think we should head to Tribal Council,” Vedran said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Tribal Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The trip to Tribal Council was less then harmonious, it was the most quiet that a group of teenagers have ever been. As they entered the Tribal Council area, they were greeted by Andrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Greetings Survivors, you are definitely not the most talkative group, are you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Uh.. okay then” Andrew interjected the silence with the first question, “You lost both of your challenges this week, is there one thing that can contribute to these losses?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Well, Andrew. Team morale has been an all-time low, and I think that is the biggest problem, and probably the reason for these losses.” Vedran said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Katie, you appear extremely subtle at this Tribal Council, is something that matter?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“As a matter of fact,” Katie began, “Before we came here, I was informed by my tribe, and all of my tribe that I was going to be voted off. This came as an extreme surprise to me because I thought I had alliances, I thought I had teammates, and I thought I had friends. Obviously not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Wow, is this true?” Andrew asked, as the tribe nodded in dismay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;“Oh, it's true!” Katie said, enraged, “I don't even see the need to vote! I'm going home, it's unanimous. Put out my torch now!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Is it agreed that each member your tribe is going to vote for Katie tonight?” Andrew asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One by one the tribe members raised their hands, until all hands were raised but Julia's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Julia, the choice is yours, you seal Katie's fate,” Andrew told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I'm so sorry...,” Julia said as she raised her arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Katie, the tribe has spoken, quite loudly at that,” Andrew said, cutting up her credit card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Goodbye,” she said, not looking back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katie's Final Words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess I could have been more calm about receiving that vote. But I still would never have thought that my alliance from the beginning would betray me for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brittney&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of all people. Oh well, I guess you can't trust anyone. This game hasn't seen the last of me, I promise, and I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; break my promises. Goodbye, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;P.S. Andrew, you're suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-111188218513212992?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/111188218513212992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=111188218513212992' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/111188218513212992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/111188218513212992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-111051382639363019</id><published>2005-03-10T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:04:57.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 5 – Fashionable Frenzy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 14&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Tribe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cori ~ Ryan ~ Cody ~ Daniel ~ Ingrid ~ Elizabeth ~ Michaela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Banana tribe was doing great, they were gliding through the competitions, winning them all, eating and resting. Every time they won, they all received more shower tokens, now they definitely had enough to last them until the merger, which they were convinced would happen &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;soon. The&lt;/span&gt; Banana tribe had total control of the game and had the Muffin tribe in the palms of their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “We won again!” Ingrid yelled “That's like totally awesome, I like, can't believe it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Ya man! We gonna keep winning too! Those muff-muffs don't stand a chance” Daniel said, getting a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Really, it's a shame that they don't win more often, I mean, it's an equal game. They deserve the same rights as us! I'm starting a protest!” Michaela made her very unique statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Michaela you idiot, why would we want them to win? We need to make them keep losing, so we go into the merge seven strong,” Cody rolled his eyes, but knew what he was saying wasn't true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Cody knew what he was going to do, he knew that he wouldn't keep his alliances with his tribe once they got into the merge, that would be far too obvious for his liking. He may align himself with some people from his old tribe, but to Cody, when he got to the merger it was a new game. New players, new alliances, new game. He smiled as all of these thoughts rushed through his head faster than you can say “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; “Hey guys...” Ryan started to say something as Cori ran in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; “CLOTHES ARE HERE!” Cori yelled, as Ryan rolled his eyes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; “Oh, yippee!” Elizabeth cheered as she headed for the entrance to the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As the tribe reached the front of the store, they couldn't believe their eyes. Around the walls of the stores, there were racks upon racks of clothes, all sorts of clothes, &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;pajamas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;sweat suits&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;formal wear&lt;/span&gt;, and “jeans and hoodies”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Hey, there's a note here!” Elizabeth called to her &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;tribe mates&lt;/span&gt; as she opened the envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As the note read: “Congratulations Banana tribe, on winning the reward challenge. As you know, you have one not only the styles that you modeled, but new &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;SunnyBeach.Inc&lt;/span&gt; fashions, such as &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;pajamas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;sweat suits&lt;/span&gt;, and more. Each of you have your own shelf in the store with your name on it. This is where all of your clothes are, and you can access them whenever you like. Enjoy the outfits ~ &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;SunnyBeach.Inc&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Hey wow! There they are! That's cool!” Ingrid said, oblivious to the fact that the clothes appeared when nobody was looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Wait a second...” Elizabeth knew something wasn't right but didn't bother to say it, and she didn't have to as she was interrupted anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “So, why don't we do something for fun?” Michaela said, looking at Ingrid with an evil glint in her eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So as the tribe agreed to play Michaela's little game, having no idea what was in store for them, big mistake for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “The name of the game is..,” Michaela started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Tuesday!” Ingrid finished, letting out the laugh she had been holding in for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The tribe groaned. They knew what a Tuesday was, and they didn't want to be a part of it, not during this lifetime anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “So, who's in?!?” Michaela exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “GROAN!” the rest of the tribe said, knowing that they would have to play this stupid game, which could potentially ruin the rest of their game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “So, &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Glyde.&lt;/span&gt; Who do you like?” Ingrid smirked as she heard Ryan groan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Well, I like...I like...” Ryan &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;stuttered.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “MALL MAIL!” Cori yelled, as Ryan let out a sigh of exasperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muffin Tribe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Brittney ~ Vedran ~ Sean ~ Mike ~ Katie ~ Julia ~ Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Still flustered by things around the camp recently, the Muffin tribe didn't need to take a loss to make things worse. The tribe members did that themselves. Things couldn't possibly &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; get worse, right? Jeff had definitely left his mark on this tribe when he left, it was an absolute disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Jeff really had been controlling this game, he had a strong alliance, knew where everybody stood in this game, he was the perfect player, and when he left, nobody knew where to pick up the loose ends, and then this happened. Disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Dylan and Mike, still very confused by the argument that had transpired the day before, decided to do some investigative work. Their first suspect? Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Hey, Katie,” Dylan said approaching with caution, as if Katie was a ticking time bomb (wait, what am I saying “as if” please!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Yeah, uh.. go ahead,” Katie said, wondering why Dylan looked so nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Well,” Mike interjected suddenly, “Well, we heard you arguing with Julia and Brittney, and we were wondering if you were okay,”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Yeah, I'm um... I'm fine, thanks,” Katie said, forcing a smile “thanks for asking,”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Don't worry about it, but what happened over there?” Mike asked, prying a little bit farther into the investigation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “It's nothing, really!” Katie shrugged, trying desperately to get the topic changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Katie, we're your team mates, alliance partners, you have to tell us. Or else.” Dylan said with a threatening tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Katie needed to tell Dylan and Mike about her argument with Julia and Brittney, how they didn't take her side, how they thought she was being ridiculous. As she told them she started to tear up again, and Dylan and Mike understood what they needed to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “And the worse part is, that they didn't even take my side, I mean, Julia and I have had an alliance since the beginning, and now it's just gone!” Katie began to get angry through her tears “This is all Jeff's fault! If he hadn't gotten himself disqualified, then Brittney would have never come here, she started all these problems, she deserves to be voted off!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “We understand that, Katie” Dylan tried to get her to stop crying, but it worked to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Listen, we are still in your alliance, but we are outnumbered, there is only three of us, and four of them, we need one more of us on our side!” Mike sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Nobody else in this game would want to be in an alliance with me, they all think I'm crazy!” Katie cried, wiping away her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Well, I know one person that doesn't,” said a familiar voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Julia!” Katie was astonished that her friend kept her loyalty to her, or so she thought, “I..I can't believe you're here!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Does this mean that you are voting with us?” Mike questioned her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Yeah, I mean, are you really going to oust your Brittney?” Dylan didn't see this happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “I...I...don't know...” Julia said, unbelieving of what was rushing through her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Julia!” Katie yelled, but it was too late, Julia was already long gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; What was she going to do? Julia wished that she knew. Would she vote with Katie, her partner for the game this far, and risk her own safety in this game by going against the guys in the tribe? If she did this, her alliance would have the majority of the votes and have control of the tribe. Would she side with the guys and Brittney, and vote out Katie, and then too her alliance with them would have the majority. Julia was the swing vote, either way she went, that tribe would be the majority. She had to choose, and she had to choose faster than she would have liked, as Brittney and Katie walked into the girls bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “So, whose it going to be? Me or &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;,” Brittney said as she shot Katie a glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Me? Do you have a problem with me? That's fine, as long as Julia sides with me, right Julia?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “I'm siding with....with...” Julia stumbled as she was so happily interrupted by Vedran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Mall Mail, guys!” Vedran said, as Julia sighed in relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Immunity Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finding your way around the mall,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;will make this challenge quite a ball.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you can remember what you wore,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and can find it in this maze, a store.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Welcome Survivors, to your immunity challenge. I can see that the Banana tribe is happily wearing you're new fashions, you'll need them.” Andrew said as the Muffin tribe wore a confused look on their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “In this challenge, you will be working your way through a maze of clothing, trying to find specific clothing items to match the outfits that we have chosen from the SunnyBeach.inc line. You will each be given a specific outfit, with this outfit you will have to find the shoes, shirt, pants, hat, and sunglasses, that are included with this outfit. The thing is, that you'll be tethered together while you're doing it. Since the numbers are equal, you can take your positions,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Survivors ready? Go!” Andrew shouted as the teams took off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The Muffin tribe was the first into the maze with their card, they were looking for the SunnyBeach.inc beach fashions, they needed to get a brown sun hat, a blue beach shirt, a pair of red beach shorts, and some black and white sandles. As they entered the maze they saw the Banana tribe pass beside them and turn left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Should we follow them, or go right?” Vedran asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Let's go to the left, if they went the wrong way, and made the mistake, then we can capitalize on it!” Dylan said, and it seemed like the smart thing to do at the time. At the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So as the Muffin tribe passed through the racks of clothing, they found articles of clothing missing from the shelves. It seemed like they were going in a circle until they saw the rows upon rows of sun hats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Which hat is it? I hope it's pretty!” Brittney in a somewhat panicked state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “It says... sun stone brown” Katie read off of the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Which HAT is it?!?!” Sean was becoming impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Oh, you want to know what hat it is, that's easy, it's that one!” Katie said as her teamed groaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The Muffin Tribe continued their adventure through the maze, picking up their items along the way until they received their last item, and they headed back to the start of the obstacle course, but found some trouble along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “We've been here already!” Julia yelled as she realized that they had been here before “This is where we got the sun hat!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “The sun-hat! That means that this way is the exit!” Vedran yelled as her ran for the exit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The Banana tribe was the second group into the maze, they followed the Muffin tribe, and then took a left at the fork in the road. This tribe didn't have much trouble at all finding the clothes that they were assigned, athletic wear. Since they had won the reward challenge, and Michaela was wearing her athletic wear, they knew very well what they were looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The first item they had to find was a baseball cap with the Calgary Flames on it. Ingrid spotted it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “There it is, the flames hat!” she yelled as they grabbed the hat and kept going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; On they're way around they saw many empty clothing racks, the tribe didn't know what this meant, but they didn't stick around to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Next, we've got to find some summer athletic wear,” Elizabeth read the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “I found it ...and it's way too revealing, put it back!” Cori protested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Cori! So not the time!” Ryan said as he took it and studied it, “Let's go!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As the continued to get their items they made their way to the exit, and it was music to their ears when they heard Andrew call out to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Banana Tribe, wins immunity, Muffin will see us at tribal council, again.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The Muffin Tribe was not pleased as they walked out of the maze just moments later, frowning as the MTV's pulled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Muffin Tribe, I'll see you tomorrow at Tribal Council,” Andrew so politely reminded them, as the MTV's pulled out and headed towards the stores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-111051382639363019?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/111051382639363019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=111051382639363019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/111051382639363019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/111051382639363019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110947954956053489</id><published>2005-02-26T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T07:31:54.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We're trying a new style here, so if you like it, leave a comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 5 – Fashionable Frenzy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Muffin&lt;/span&gt; Tribe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brittney ~ Vedran ~ Sean ~ Mike ~ Katie ~ Julia ~ Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Things were not good when the Muffin Tribe got back to their shack of a camp. The Muffin Mart was falling apart, team morale was at an all time low, and things with the tribe members didn't help one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Sobbing could be heard coming from one place where everybody knew what was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Ugh, come on! It was only one vote, how could it make her that upset, honestly, what a crybaby!” Vedran whined at the sound which drove the tribe crazy all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; In the bathroom, Julia and Brittney tried to console Katie as she cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Don't worry about it Katie, we need to go make ourselves breakfast, we'll bring you some, okay?” Julia said with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Please don't cry, you're making me want to cry, and believe me, I don't want to cry right now!” Brittney lied through her innocent smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As they walked out of the bathroom, Katie stopped crying immediately and put on an evil smile as she vowed to herself “Oh don't worry, I won't. Mwahahah!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Outside of the bathroom, Brittney confronted Julia to get rid of the psychopath Katie, so that she would have a clear ride all the way to the final four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Julia, I think Katie's losing it, I mean, I've always thought she was a little weird, even a little crazy, but this is insane, how can we trust her in an alliance, she is a bomb waiting to go off!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “I guess you're right, but I can't believe that she is doing this to herself, I mean, we had the game wrapped up, she's only destroying herself...” Julia seemed uncertain that this was really happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “I can't understand it either,”Brittney coaxed Julia on, “I mean, if you're that sensitive, why are you even out here in the first place?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “You're right, I suppose she is just too much of a loose cannon to have on our alliance,” Julia still didn't seem convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “A loose cannon, huh?” Katie said as she came up behind them, “I guess that you guys are just going to get rid of me now, huh? Just throw me into the wind because you have absolutely no trust in me. Brittney, we took you in! If it weren't for us, you would have been out of here before Paul, you owe me; and Julia, I was with you from the beginning, and a little thing like this happens and then you just ditch me! I just can't....I can't BELIEVE this!” Katie yelled as she stormed off back into the girls bathroom, where she wouldn't come out until she needed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for Katie (what hasn't been unfortunate for Katie this episode?), her other alliance mates had heard this as well. Mike and Dylan had been sitting in a circle of muffin crates along with Sean and Vedran, they had been talking about numerous things that guys talk about, but this is an e-rated story, so let's cut to the argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “I can't BELIEVE this!” Dylan and Mike heard much clearer than the rest of the conversation. They didn't know what they were going to do, they're alliance-mate had gone incredibly insane, and now they were in the same boat as Sean and Vedran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; From the power alliance, there were now several two people alliances, Julia and Brittney, Sean and Vedran, Dylan and Mike, and Katie. All of these people have been affected by Katie's actions and Julia, Mike, and Dylan may not have shown it, but they really wanted to win immunity, to save Katie, and to save themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 174, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Banana&lt;/span&gt; Tribe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 174, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cori ~ Ryan ~ Cody ~ Daniel ~ Ingrid ~ Elizabeth ~ Michaela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The Banana Tribe was well rested after their little food war the night before. No alliance was safe in this tribe, and nobody trusted their alliances, not one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Michaela was still working on getting to the merger, she had as many alliances as she could, she was with Ingrid, Elizabeth and Cody in her main alliance, but also gave her word to Cori since the game had started. She vowed to do what Mitchell could not and was doing quite a good job of it, but she had a little competition if she wanted to run this tribe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cody was the other powerhouse of the tribe, he had Ryan and Daniel on his side, and he was aligned with Ingrid and Elizabeth, his plan was to always have a backup plan, when all else fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; With such a tightly knit web of alliances, weren't some sure to fail? Only time would tell, but not this time, because as soon as the tribe started their day, Cori was there with the familiar announcement that they all knew would be there “Everybody, Mall Mail!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The Mall Mail read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “From T-Shirts, Shorts, and Sandals too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The newest fashions worn on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wear them right and win a prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Shirts, Pants, PJ's, and ties”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Hmm, sounds like a fashion show! That's like, totally golden!” Ingrid remarked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Like, totally golden!” Michaela repeated, laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Well, if we want to win this challenge, we are going to need to practice, we need to get our posture just right down the runway if we want to win this thing” Cody said enthusiastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So the tribe went for about ten minutes, stumbling along the floor, trying to look like models as they walked. They looked ridiculous, they needed help, and they got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Yo, you guys are doing this all wrong!” Daniel walked over as he demonstrated how to properly go down the runway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So for the rest of the afternoon, Daniel taught them how to properly strut their way all the way down the runway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Wow, this is not really that bad!” Cori said as she ran up the runway and did a cartwheel right off of the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Yo, Cor-dawg! You gotta stop at the edge of the runway, word?” Daniel sighed as he knew she would never get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Hey, I think I've got the hang of this! Cool!” Ingrid laughed all the way down the runway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “That's wicked, dawg!” Daniel exclaimed, “I especially like how you walk on your toes, that shows good poise,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “OKAY!” Ingrid yelled “I DO NOT WALK LIKE THAT!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Hahah!” laughed Michaela “You do! You do! You do!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “You're mean! You poo!” Ingrid pouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Next!” Daniel yelled as Cody came out on the runway, “Step, step, stop, look, step, step, good, look at the audience, excellent, step, work, good, I like it, working it, good, excellent, turn, walk, don't look back, GOOD!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Uh... thanks.” Cody wasn't sure whether to be flattered or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Okay dawgs, that's good for now, We'll do pro in this contest, I'm sure!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So as the tribe could have taken a path to peril, they did the one thing that the muffin tribe hasn't been able to do, they pulled together for one of the weirdest things ever... a fashion show. Well, it's the principle, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As the MTV pulled up, Daniel remained confident that his tribe would win the reward that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reward Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Hello survivors!” Andrew said as the Banana tribe pulled in, “We'll now bring in the muffin tribe, Paul voted out at the last tribal council,”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; “In your mall mail, you received instructions hinting at something to do with fashion, well, that's exactly what it is. I'd like to present, The Sunny Beach Fashion Show!” Andrew exclaimed as the spotlight hit the runway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Here we have the Sunny Beach runway, it's &lt;i&gt;wear&lt;/i&gt; you are going to model several new fashion lines by SunnyBeach.inc. One person will walk down the runway from each tribe at a time, the person who models the best wins the round, the tribe with the most rounds won wins the challenge. You will be judged by three important people in the fashion world &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Giorgio&lt;/span&gt; Armani, Donatello Versace, and Simon Cowell! These people will judge you on your clothing choices, and your presentation. Want to know what you're playing for?” Andrew said as the players cheered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “The tribe that gets the highest score from our judges will win the clothes that they model as well as the rest of the SunnyBeach.inc fashion line. Survivors, get ready to hit the runway!” Andrew exclaimed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; “&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first pair up is Sean and Ryan!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As Sean and Ryan walked up and down the runway the judges weighed in, “I really like the outfit that Ryan is wearing, but he doesn't have the walk, Sean has that confident stride, he definitely wins the round”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Next up on the runway is Vedran and Cody, look at them go, what do the judges have to say? “Both of them did really well, but if this were a model competition, that hair would have to be cut faster than you can say fiddlesticks! The round goes to Cody!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Thats one round for each tribe!” Andrew notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Katie and Ingrid both took their turn to hit the runway as they wore the exact same outfit and went down the runway the same way. Judges? “Well, this one was very close, but since this girl &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;walks&lt;/span&gt; on her toes, she gets a bonus point. The round goes to Ingrid!” The judge said as Ingrid started to pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “Next on the Runway is Mike and Elizabeth, both looking smashing in our new beach line, and here they come!”Elizabeth managed to catch a glimpse of Mike in full scuba diving equipment and laughed, “Judges? Well, we'd have to say that the round goes to Elizabeth, the snorkel thing is so last year!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “It's three rounds to one for the banana tribe!” Andrew recapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Cori took her turn to shine as she ran out onto the runway early, and didn't stop running until she hit the floor and landed on Simon, “Disqualification, the round goes to Dylan!” Simon said as Dylan smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Julia and Michaela stepped out on the runway, both wearing athletic outfits. “We think the round goes to Julia, basketball is in, volleyball is OUT!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “It's three rounds to three!” Andrew was starting to get annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Our last pair, the powerhouses of the competition, Brittney and Daniel both in stunning outfits and perfect performance. “This was the closest round yet, but if this was a model search, we would have to &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;pick ...Daniel&lt;/span&gt;! Banana wins reward! The outfits will arrive at the Banana Barn by &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; morning,” The judges explained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; “Banana wins reward and the last key to their chest! Head back to camp and we'll see you &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; for the Immunity Challenge” Andrew said as the MTV's pulled toward the Muffin Mart and Banana Barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110947954956053489?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110947954956053489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110947954956053489' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110947954956053489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110947954956053489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/02/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463481564953764</id><published>2005-01-01T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:02:01.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode 4 – Cockiness Killed The Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Brittney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Vedran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Julia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dylan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cori Ryan Cody Daniel Ingrid Elizabeth Michaela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a victorious morning, at the Muffin Tribe, Paul Sean and Vedran sat together, almost as if they would never see each other again, they knew that they were as good as gone that day at Tribal Council, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, at least that’s what they thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean knew that he couldn’t save his behind with Paul and Vedran following his every move. Katie, Julia, and Brittney wouldn’t be persuaded to vote one of their alliance members out, but he knew that if he could crack Mike and Dylan, he would be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey! Dylan, Mike, can I talk with you guys for a second?” Sean said with a fake laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, listen. I’m not going to lie to you, I know that it’s going to be either me, Paul, or Vedran voted out tonight, but before I leave, I need to make sure that you are aware of something,” Sean said with a certainty in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, go ahead.” Dylan said, not wondering what was about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here it goes,” Sean said, taking in a breath “You are in an alliance with Katie, Brittney, and Julia. Once the three of us are gone, who do you think is next? The girls are going to stick together; do you not realize that they are picking us off one at a time? It is going to be the three of them together in a merge!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are right,” Mike said as he cleared his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We need to get them out of power,” Dylan agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So then it is settled, we will get rid of them one by one. Katie is first, will we be voting for her tonight?” Sean asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For sure,” Dylan and Ryan said together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one night, The Banana tribe had absolutely nothing to worry about, they had a fresh food supply, Cori would never cook again, and they could take their minds off of the game for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribe was sitting in a circle, telling stories, roasting bananas over an open light bulb. Everything was peaceful for once, the fighting, the backstabbing, and the lying. This was the first real teamwork that the Banana Tribe had shown all season, too bad somebody had to go and ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OOH! Cody is sitting next to Elizabeth!” Cori shouted obnoxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Would you just SHUT UP CORI???? Can’t you keep your big mouth shut for ONE MINUTE?” Elizabeth screamed in a fit of rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody realized that actions speak louder than words as he crushed a banana and threw the mush right at Cori, hitting her right in the face. At this, Daniel was prompted to yell “FOOD FIGHT!” and the banana’s started to fly. Food was going in every which way, but the thing is that even though the fight started out angrily, they were all laughing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them covered in banana were thinking the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man! I wish we won that ultra-spa!” Daniel moaned as he used yet another shower token.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, it was for a good cause, how much fun was that!” Ingrid said enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, that was loads of fun,” Elizabeth exclaimed. “But once again, we’ve used up the bananas!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh well! I just wish I had some more so I could chuck em' at you!” Cody laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite the fact that there is almost always bickering in this tribe, they still know how to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, listen.” Dylan said to Mike, “We won’t vote Katie off, because by them time that the three of them are gone, then we will have merged, don’t you agree?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, what if she decides to get us off before then? Dylan, I don’t trust her one bit!” Mike snapped back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mike, you need to trust her to keep to her word and vote them out first!” Dylan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike didn’t like the way that Dylan said “they” as he responded “Fine, whatever, as long as I’m not the one getting voted out tonight,” Mike said, and with that, they were on their way to Tribal Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome survivors, once again to Tribal Council. Tonight, one of you will leave the mall forever. But first, I’m going to ask you some questions.” Andrew said in the same tone he said it every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What did you think of Brittney’s ejection into the game? Katie, you can answer this one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think it is not necessarily fair, but a twist nonetheless. I mean, if she didn’t come into the game, there wouldn’t have been an immunity or tribal council this week. What’s done is done,” Katie explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fair enough,” Andrew said. “Brittney, what was it like for you to be thrown from the luxury into the survival aspect of the game?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well it is certainly a hard adjustment to make. But you guys should realize that I’m on your team, I’m with you and I am going to play hard if you are planning to get me out today or next week,” Brittney said thinking of Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright! Then it is time to vote, Paul, you’re up first.” Andrew explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one by one they voted, until the last person, Katie, cast her vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Paul, you just need to go, it is nothing personal but you need to be out of here, see you later.” Katie said as she walked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll go tally the votes, the person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. Are you ready?” Andrew asked as the survivors nodded their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“First vote, Paul” Andrew read the next seven cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Second Vote, Paul”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Third Vote, Katie” Andrew read as Katie dropped her jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fourth Vote, Paul”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fifth Vote, Paul, that is four votes for Paul and one for Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And the fourth person voted out of survivor, Paul. Please pass me your torch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Paul, the tribe has spoken.” Andrew said as he extinguished Paul’s torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bye guys! I’ll see you later.” Paul said, as Katie could have sworn she saw a tear fall from his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Next Episode of Survivor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie hunts for meat as she searches for the one that voted for her. Will more fights break out at the Banana tribe? And will the loyalty the Dylan and Mike hold to Katie stand strong, as it has shown already? Who will win the next immunity challenge? Find out next time. (Scroll for Final Words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paul’s Final Words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gave it all I had. I think I made my biggest mistake when I aligned myself with Jeff and the other guys. I would do it again in a heartbeat, but I would look for stronger alliances. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463481564953764?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463481564953764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463481564953764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463481564953764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463481564953764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463461588943609</id><published>2005-01-01T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:05:21.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Episode 4 – Cockiness Killed The Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Day 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Brittney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Vedran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Julia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dylan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cori Ryan Cody Daniel Ingrid Elizabeth Michaela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Once the Muffin Tribe had fully awakened, Brittney explained what she was doing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Since Jeff had left, the producers chose me to take the place of him, now I know that Jeff is better at some things than I am, and that alliances will be broken, but at least you have another tribe member.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Welcome to the group!” Katie said happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Katie, Julia, Dylan and Mike, they now had majority of the tribe. Katie was very pleased that the cockiness of the tribe was down to a low. Katie was pleased that she would now have some sort of power over the tribe. There was nothing the three stooges (Vedran, Sean, and Paul) could do to save themselves. For the first time during her stay in the mall, Katie relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because Katie relaxed doesn’t mean that she stops playing the game, Katie and Julia were discussing their strategy in the girls washroom, where they always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, so once we get rid of the three stooges, Mike and Dylan will follow and then Brittney, Even if we merge, we need to stick together, to the final two!” Katie exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine by me, but I think we should keep Brittney around until the final three to have a stronger alliance.” Julia questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “No, Julia, you don’t understand, she is just a pawn, and we only need her vote, nothing more!” Katie said evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         As Katie and Julia walked out of the girl’s bathroom, Brittney, now in tears, walked out of the next stall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “If they think that I am just a pawn, they don’t know what is coming!” Brittney said with a vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Paul, Vedran, and Sean were confident that this new addition to the girl’s alliance couldn’t scratch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have Dylan and we can swing Mike if we really need to! We’ll be fine” Vedran tried to put some faith into his alliance but they knew that they were in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right, and as long as we keep winning immunity we can make it to the merger! We just need to stick together, right guys?” Sean said enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was happy where he was now, he realized that is he let Cori get in the way of his game, he wouldn’t see her again. So he vowed under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “I am going to play this game for me and make it to the merge no matter what!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike had been playing the game under the radar ever since he had put his tribe on bran muffins. This strategy worked for Mike, who was in the middle of two alliances, the perfect place for him to be. His new strategy was to have everybody like him, and so far it was working. If he kept up what he was doing, he would start fresh and play hard once the two tribes merged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Ingrid and Elizabeth were up bright and early over at the Banana Camp talking strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I really don’t trust Cody, Lizzie! I know that there is no way he can out number us, but I still feel like he has something up his sleeve, and if he does, he is going to target me first! I don’t feel safe in an alliance with him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know, but what else can we do right now? Are we just going to tell him that we refuse to align with him? What do you suppose we do?” Elizabeth asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Well…erm…I don’t know, all I know is that I’m not trusting him!” Ingrid said stubbornly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Let’s just wait and see who goes to Tribal Council tonight okay?” Elizabeth reassured her.&lt;br /&gt;         “Okay, but if it is us, I am not going to be happy!” Ingrid winked at Elizabeth as the others woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody, still in awe that the girls actually formed an alliance with him to pick off the other guys, woke up with the others and peeled himself a banana. He went over to talk to Daniel, his only other alliance member left and discussed with him who he would be voting out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Hey Danny, we are going to vote for Ingrid tonight okay, she really needs to go!” Cody lied blatantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Okay, I got it boss!” Daniel said obediently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Michaela, Cori and Glyde woke up, Cori decided to make breakfast for the tribe. She took the entire stock of bananas, mashed them up and put the mush in a bowl. She handed a bowl to each castaway and watched, as the faces of the castaways grew disgusted with this meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Cori! Did you take the peel off of the banana?!?” Ingrid asked as she struggled to swallow the mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Oh…I knew that I forgot something!” Cori said as she hit herself on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “And that’s not the worst part!” Elizabeth cried. “She used up all of our banana’s! There is NONE left”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule with the food was that you would not receive more food until all of your current food was eaten. This meant that the banana tribe could not get any more bananas until they finished the gross mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Everyone in the tribe was peeved with Cori, including her own alliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so stupid!” Cori thought to herself, “Could I have put a bigger target on my back!” If we lose the immunity challenge tonight, I’m done. I need to win that challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as it seems, both Cori and Dylan have both learned to play for themselves and not let silly relationships get in the way of their game. With two of the most stubborn players wanting this win so very badly, who would take it? They were about to find out as Michaela called “Mall Mail!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper, Scissors, and the Rock&lt;br /&gt;To win this challenge you’ll run, not walk&lt;br /&gt;For if an opponent you will meet&lt;br /&gt;In this little game, you will have to beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “What do you think it means?” Brittney asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Shouldn’t you know?” Paul wondered, “You were behind the scenes and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul felt that Brittney’s entry into the game was all but unfair. She knew the alliances, challenges and everything that went on behind the scenes. She also had more energy and rest because she had real food, and was practically pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome Survivors! This is the immunity challenge!” Andrew greeted them. “As you can see, my former partner Ms. Camcorder is now a proud member of the muffin tribe,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         As the mouths of the Banana dropped, Andrew explained the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You will be playing a game called “Rock, Paper, Scissors, Or Bust!” In this game you will line up and one by one make your way across the balance beams to several platforms in order to get to the other end of the stage. At the end of the stage are seven credit cards, each with a tribe members name on it. Once you get to the other end, you grab your card and make your way back. If you happen to fall, you will land in a pit of pudding and be forced to go back to the start and do it over again. However, if two opposing castaways meet on a platform, they will be forced to participate in a match of rock, paper, scissors. Whoever wins that game will be able to continue on their way, but whoever loses must jump off the platform and do the course over again. If you are holding a card and lose, you will put the card down on the platform you are on and only have to go to that platform, pick up your card and put it in the register. The first tribe to have all seven cards in their register and pull the lever wins immunity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Muffin, who is sitting out?” Andrew asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “We’ll sit Brittney out this challenge,” Katie responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Okay, You’re positions are as followed!” Andrew said as he gave out the positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vedran&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaela&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Cody&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid&lt;br /&gt;Cori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Take your places, Survivors ready? Go!” Andrew yelled as Vedran and Michaela.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Michaela, running faster, and more agile on the beams than Vedran, scooted right past him before they had a chance to meet. Michaela grabbed the card and headed straight back to the register. Vedran however, didn’t do so well. As he struggled to get to the first platform, he fell and went back to the beginning. This time he thought that slow and steady would win the race, so he got down on his bum and pulled himself all the way to the cards, avoiding Daniel, who zoomed by, Vedran grabbed the card and hurried back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and Sean did a good job of catching up. By the time Sean caught up he was equal with Ryan who fell off after Sean won the Rock, Paper, Scissors. Sean finished early, but Ryan finished shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth did the course in a breeze, but Mike struggled, he fell time and time again. By the time Mike finished, Cody and Ingrid were done. Katie did the best she could as she knocked Cori off the platform once. But it to no avail as Cori finished the course and the register sounded as Andrew yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “Banana! Wins immunity!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Dylan was disappointed that he didn’t win, but at least he knew that he was safe, at least, he hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463461588943609?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463461588943609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463461588943609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463461588943609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463461588943609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463325062533362</id><published>2005-01-01T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:34:10.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 4 – Cockiness Killed The Cat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The smell of bananas was in the air the next morning as the tribe was up bright and early roasting bananas over an open heat register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now that Steven was gone, the power of the tribe had shifted. Cody found it horribly unfair that one of his own had drawn the red coin. “Why couldn’t it have been a member of the other team?” he constantly asked himself these questions, as if he was almost counting off his days. He knew he had to do something to secure himself a spot for just a few more weeks. He knew there was only one way this could happen. He only hoped that he could pull it off. He rehearsed what he was to say as he approached the other alliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello,” Cody said in the nicest way he could, “Okay, well, I‘m going to be truthful here, so just give me a chance to plead my case alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, what do you guys think?” Ingrid asked the rest of the tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let him talk,” Cori added her opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you Cori,” Cody said to Cori, whom he would definitely rather not talk to at all, “Now, I know that this group has the majority, after all I’m not stupid,” At this statement Michaela rolled her eyes “If I join forces with you, we can keep this tribe stress-free until the merger,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you suppose you are going to do that?” Elizabeth asked curiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Betrayal is my only option. I will join forces with the majority and vote my former teammates out one by one. They will know that it is coming and have nothing to fear. That way there will be no stress and it will encourage the tribe to win immunity challenges. So, what do you think?” Cody hoped they would go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do we know that you are trustworthy enough not to backstab us during this plan?” Ingrid questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, we have to have some trust in Cody, don’t we? Besides, even if he does betray us, we still have the numbers right?” Michaela said with reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaela needed to have as many people on her side as she could, and a free walk to the merger would be nice and easy for her game plan, she just needed to keep up what she was doing and she would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Humph,” mumbled Ingrid, who obviously disagreed with the whole idea of joining forces with her nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry Ingrid, you’ll be fine,” explained Elizabeth calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Humph,” Ingrid was definitely not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at the Muffin Tribe, Jeff was pumping up his tribe for the upcoming reward challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay guys! Who is going to sit out this round? It really doesn’t matter because we are going to win anyway!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Julia didn’t know how much more of this they could take, they knew that this cockiness had to be stopped before it hurt their tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is only one way that we can do this Joolz,” Katie thought aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm, what would that be?” Julia asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We need to throw the challenge, we’ll have Mike sit out and then it is up to you and me to lose the challenge for our tribe.” Katie explained with a smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How are we going to do that without them knowing that we are doing it. I mean, won’t it be kind of obvious?” Julia questioned the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If it’s something physical, well, we are girls, we can get away with that. If it is mental, then we can put them in our shoes.” Katie said with certainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, okay,” Julia said. “Let’s hope this works!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Just as the plan was decided, Katie and Julia heard Jeff call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mall Mail! Let’s see what competition we have to win now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a shopping mall the cart is your friend&lt;br /&gt;But in this challenge it can be your end&lt;br /&gt;Your physical strength is what to be tested&lt;br /&gt;So for this challenge you’ll want to be rested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Pfft, who needs rest?” Jeff said triumphantly as he spent the rest of the night wide-awake and partying with the tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “He’s making our job easy,” Katie whispered to Julia before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Welcome Survivors, to the reward challenge. As you can see, Steven was eliminated by a coin draw at last night’s tribal council.” Andrew explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Today’s challenge involves timing, strength, and strategy. You will be each be give an empty shopping cart, you must push it as close as you can to the 300 metre line without going over the blue start line. However, if you go over the 300-metre line, you will be eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Ready to hear what you are playing for?” Andrew asked to great applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “The winning tribe will win cooking recipes, food, utensils, and anything else you can imagine! If the muffin tribe wins, they will have the last key to their chest, if Banana wins they will have only one card left to unlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Muffin, please choose one person to sit out and the first players can take their positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;Vedran&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cori&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Cody&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Michaela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Mike has chosen to sit this challenge out, Katie and Cori take your positions, Survivors ready? Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As the challenge was underway Katie and Cori both gave a hefty heave. Cori’s cart sailed clear over the 300-metre mark as Katie landed at around 225.&lt;br /&gt;          *Challenge Changed to fit story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Katie is on the board for her team! Cori is eliminated for the competition, you can take a seat,” Brittney said aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Vedran and Ryan both in the 100 range, Katie still in the lead!” Andrew recapped the score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Cody with 250 is the new leader! Paul gets 10, Congrats Paul!” Brittney said with utter sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Sean and Daniel, both get 50’s and are eliminated from the competition.” Andrew said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Dylan and Ingrid trying to break Cody’s score of 250 and Ingrid with a 275! Dylan gets a 1 for trying.” Brittney sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Julia overshoots the target and Elizabeth gets a 270, so close!” Andrew exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “This is the final round, will either Jeff or Michaela be able to beat Ingrid’s score of 275? We are about to find out. Ready? Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Michaela and Jeff both pushed their carts off at the exact same time and they were completely equal throughout the whole race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Our judges have come up with the winner, with 299, Michaela. With 300 on the dot, Jeff. Congratulations Muffin wins reward.” Andrew exclaimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As the MTV’s were pulling out, Brittney called them back “There has been a mistake! As it seems, Jeff stepped over the starting line and is therefore eliminated from the competition, leaving Michaela victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “WHAT?!?” Jeff exclaimed. “You’ve got to be kidding, I won. Fair and Square.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I’m sorry, judges rule,” Andrew explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “If you refuse to take the loss you will be eliminated,” Brittney added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Then eliminate me,” Jeff said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Be careful what you wish for,” Andrew said, “You have spoken!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As the security guards took Jeff away the Muffin Tribe left on the MTV’s in awe, as did the Banana Tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The next morning at the Muffin Tribe, Jeff’s bed was filled, but Jeff wasn’t in it. As Katie awoke, she was in pure shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“B….B…Br…Brittney?!?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463325062533362?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463325062533362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463325062533362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463325062533362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463325062533362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463308053061894</id><published>2005-01-01T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:31:20.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 3: Our Trio’s Down To Two.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The muffin tribe was full of celebration; they had won the immunity challenge and now had one more under their belt than the opponent. All was cheerful at the muffin encampment… well, maybe not all...&lt;br /&gt;Victory was nothing but bitterness for Dylan as he knew that Cori could possibly be voted out during the next tribal council, there was nothing further that he could do… but pray, and pray he did.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, despite the constant bickering that went on at this tribe, it was purely rejoice today as the tribe prepared a feast.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok. Hello Muffin Tribe! Today is a day of celebration; therefore we are having a feast! We are serving sliced muffin, mashed muffin, whole muffin, all served in bran flavour!” Katie tried to be enthusiastic in this hollow scenario.&lt;br /&gt;Katie had no idea what this cockiness was about. She knew that they had only one once and that it may not happen again. This cockiness would reflect on how they performed in future challenges, how they acted towards others, and overall how they played the game. Katie knew that she could not become like this, she knew that she would need to take total advantage of this cockiness before they faced the music. There two things worse than alcohol, the first is racism; but only slightly less than that is power. These people were so power hungry that they would do anything now that they think that they have it “In the bag”. These people are stupid, and they will pay.&lt;br /&gt;“Julia, this is our chance. The guys of this tribe are crazy on power and they don’t know how to use it. If we can get Mike and Dylan to vote with us next week, I can talk to Jeff about a crazy idea that may just spark his interest.” Katie pleaded her case.&lt;br /&gt;“Will that really work? I mean… won’t he realized what has happened to him after we lose a challenge?” Julia felt uneasy about this plan.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re right, we need something full-proof, that can’t fail. We need a plan.”&lt;br /&gt;So Katie and Julia knew what they had to do. They would work long and hard on a plan to pull one of the stooges over to vote with them.&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, they enjoyed the feast. It was nothing more than bran muffins, but it was great nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;“To our victory, and to many more!” Jeff said.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff came off strong, but on the inside, he knew it wouldn’t last. He was only doing his best to keep tribe morale going, and give the team the boost they needed to keep winning. But in reality, he knew that victory wouldn’t last.&lt;br /&gt;The other tribe mates were just as hollow on the inside as Jeff and Katie; they didn’t realize why they were having this celebration after only one victory, but decided to go along with it, for fear of looking like they didn’t want to win. After all, who wanted a target on their back?&lt;br /&gt;This foolish cockiness was perfect for Dylan, who decided to go along with it. The more confident they became, the easier they would lose. Dylan needed Cori to be safe, and he would do whatever he needed to do to keep her safe. He figured that each immunity that they lose, Cori is safe one week longer. He was the happiest and cheeriest he had ever been, knowing he was doing it for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;The Banana tribe was preparing for Tribal Council, as nobody knew who was voting for whom.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan had promised his vote to the guys. Would he stay loyal with his newfound alliance or vote with the alliance he had formed from Day 1?&lt;br /&gt;Would Cori and Ingrid have the majority that they needed to vote out one of the boys in the tribe?&lt;br /&gt;Would Michaela, who was fighting for her life in this game, continue to play everyone in her path and be ruthless as always? Or would she let feelings get in the way?&lt;br /&gt;How about Elizabeth? Would she follow her alliance with the girls? Or would she shake things up by voting with the guys?&lt;br /&gt;How will the guys get themselves out of this jam? Will this struggle of genders continue after the tie is broken? Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;All of this was about to be revealed as the MTV’s pulled in to take them to Tribal Council.&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome Survivors to the third tribal council. With the exception of Cori and Michaela, this is your first tribal council. If you walk towards the cash registers located it front of you, they each contain a credit card with your name on it. In a mall, credit cards are your life. When your credit card expires, so do you.” Andrew greeted them with a cheery smile. He enjoyed watching them suffer.&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s start with a few questions, shall we?” Brittney asked.&lt;br /&gt;As the contestants had no choice but to agree, the questions began.&lt;br /&gt;“So Cori, did you have some sort of relationship with Dylan, if so how did this twist affect you?” Andrew asked.&lt;br /&gt;“We were close, close friends,” Cori answered. “I do miss him, but I need to keep playing, no matter what.”&lt;br /&gt;“A respectable answer,” Andrew responded.&lt;br /&gt;“Now Michaela, how did changing camps affect you and your game plan?” Brittney asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it has definitely changed the way I am playing the game, I have made new friends over at this camp. But overall it is definitely a good way of blindfolding me and throwing me out of a plane.” Michaela answered to the best of her ability.&lt;br /&gt;“Well let’s get down to it, it’s time to vote. The person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. Michaela, you’re up first.” Brittney explained.&lt;br /&gt;So one by one they voted: Michaela, Steven, Cori, Cody, Ingrid, Elizabeth, Daniel and finally Ingrid cast her vote&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, but if you think that you can go around saying I’m a waste of bananas, well I’m sorry to tell you but this vote is for you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Cody.” she snarled maliciously.&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll go tally the votes, the person voted out will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. Hold your breath...” Andrew said as he went to get the votes.&lt;br /&gt;“First vote, Ingrid.” Andrew said briskly.&lt;br /&gt;“Second Vote, Ingrid.” Brittney said.&lt;br /&gt;“Third vote, Cody. That’s two votes Ingrid, one Cody.” Andrew read.&lt;br /&gt;“Fourth Vote, Ingrid.” Brittney read.&lt;br /&gt;“Fifth vote, Cody.” Andrew said aloud.&lt;br /&gt;“Sixth Vote, Cody. Three votes Ingrid, Three Cody.” Andrew read.&lt;br /&gt;“Seventh Vote, Ingrid.” Andrew said.&lt;br /&gt;“This is the last vote,” Brittney explained “Eight Vote, Cody.”&lt;br /&gt;“It is a tie, in the event of a tie, we must go to the survivors and see if their votes will change,” Andrew explained.&lt;br /&gt;“Will your votes change in the event of a revote,” Brittney asked.&lt;br /&gt;Unanimously, the contestants said no to this revote.&lt;br /&gt;“In this case we have prepared that all contestants draw coins from a hat. There are seven silver coins, and one red one. Whoever draws the red coin will be eliminated from the competition.&lt;br /&gt;So the survivors started to draw coins. Michaela, Ingrid and Cori all drew silver. Then it was Cori’s turn.&lt;br /&gt;“Please Lord let me draw a sliver!” Cori prayed.&lt;br /&gt;So as Cori reached in, the Lord must have been watching because she pulled out a silver coin.&lt;br /&gt;Steven was up next, he had not taken part in much real action in the first week, but unfortunately he drew the red coin, and was eliminated from the competition.&lt;br /&gt;“Steven, the tribe has spoken.” Andrew said as Steven's card was cut in two with a pair of school scissors. “It just goes to show what happens when you leave things to fate, someone who didn’t deserve it just got eliminated. Sleep on what you have done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steven’s Final Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, everything was going for me. Except luck. I don’t know what more I could’ve done. As far as I was concerned, my under the radar strategy worked, I had a firm alliance and bananas were easy to live on. I guess someone was against me though. I’ll be back and better than ever, don’t you worry. Peace out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463308053061894?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463308053061894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463308053061894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463308053061894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463308053061894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463271083547396</id><published>2005-01-01T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:25:10.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 3: Our Trio’s Down To Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          It was a whole new game now that the Grapefruit tribe was no more. The four people of the grapefruit tribe were now forced to make new alliances, new enemies, and new strategies. Things were even again; we were back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Vedran&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;Julia                       &lt;br /&gt;Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven. H&lt;br /&gt;Cori&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Cody&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Michaela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muffin tribe battle of genders was now greatly affected by this change, the muffin tribe now had two more boys than girls as Vedran and Dylan joined the tribe. At this Katie and Julia were wondering what they could do to even out the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well we have Michael’s vote, so that makes it three to six. They have Dylan and Vedran, what are we going to do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Just as things looked their worst, they looked their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Hello, I’m obviously new to this tribe, and it appears you have an alliance, I’ve already planned to be in an alliance with the guys over there, but Mike approached me and asked me to join the girls, I thought it would be a good idea, the guys aren’t exactly the fondest of me,” Dylan explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Of course you can!” Julia said as Dylan walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “See Katie, you have to trust people in this game, you can’t always expect to be able to do everything,” Julia said as she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Jeff was happy that he and his alliance finally received the majority that they had rightfully deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Now that we have Vedran and Dylan voting with us, we don’t need that traitor Mike, soon the shower will be mine. MINE!” Jeff laughed evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Don’t worry Dylan, we’ll protect you,” Sean looked at Dylan with a fake smile and Dylan knew he had made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Things were just as strange over at the Banana tribe as three out of the four blondes were in the same tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Michaela had been in total control of the Grapefruit tribe, now felt as if she was blindfolded and dropped out of a plane. She knew that Cori would stay loyal, but she needed five to have majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Elizabeth was also affected by this merge of sorts, as she had decided to side with Cody. She now realized that this was unwise and needed to get back her alliance with Ingrid. She needed to do this right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Hi Ingrid, I would just like to let you know that I decided not to join an alliance with Cody, Can you ever forgive me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Sure Elizabeth, I can’t stay mad at you,” Elizabeth’s timing was perfect as just in that split second Michaela came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Hey you guys,” Michaela said, “I noticed you two had an alliance, if Cori and I joined you guys, we would have four in our favour!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “That’s perfect!” Ingrid exclaimed, “With Glyde voting with us, we will have majority and once and for all be able to thwart Cody and the others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Cody did not know what he was to do next, they clearly had majority in their hands, if only they could get to Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Hey Ryan!” Steven called “I want to talk to you for a bit, alright?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Uh, sure.” Ryan replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, with the addition of two more girls in this tribe, are you sure that you really fit in your alliance. I mean, all the inside jokes you don’t get. Why don’t you join with the guys? You will be much more respected here, and with your own kind, and if you are worrying about majority, we can swing Elizabeth over to vote. You aren’t wanted over there, you are just a vote,” Steven said convincingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, I guess you are right.” Ryan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Welcome to the team!” the others greeted him.&lt;br /&gt;          Across the mall, Dylan was having mixed emotions about his new tribe. He was happy because of his newfound alliance, but he was also sad, he had no idea what was going on over at the other tribe, but more importantly, he had no idea what was happening to Cori. He vowed to protect her anyway he could, even if it meant intentionally losing the challenges. If that were what he needed to do, he would do it. He couldn’t have thought of this at a more appropriate time as Vedran called, “Mall Mail!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Over, Under, Up, Down. During this challenge you’ll look like a clown.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Not very detailed,” Sean said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I think it is hinting at some kind of course,” Katie pondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, we are about to find out, here come the MTV’s! Let’s go!” Jeff exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Welcome survivors, to your immunity challenge. But first things first, the immunity idol, is now one. You will be competing for the idol as always. Ready to hear your challenge?” Andrew asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As the crowd cheered Britteny explained the challenge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “You will be taking part in an obstacle course. You will start by climbing over the pyramid of cereal boxes. Then you must swim through the pool of chocolate pudding, crawl under a metal pole and get one of eight key cards. Once each key card is placed in the slot, an alarm will flash. The first tribe to have their alarm flash wins immunity. No one is sitting out, so get your order ready and take your places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Julia&lt;br /&gt;Vedran&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;Paul                       &lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven. H&lt;br /&gt;Cori&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Cody&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Michaela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some of the original challenge was changed)&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “Survivors ready? Go!” Andrew yelled as Mike and Steven took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Steven had a noticeable lead as he crawled under the metal pole with ease, looking back he saw Mike struggle through the pudding; he grabbed his card and ran back as Cori started to go. Mike then finished and Dylan and Cori were neck and neck as just that second Dylan tripped in the pudding and fell, not getting up until Cori grabbed her key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The muffin tribe worked hard from then on, and didn’t catch up until the final leg. Jeff and Michaela faced off as they raced through the pudding under the bar and grabbed their card at the exact same time. Jeff gained a slight lead during the sprint back, which would prove to be an advantage as the muffin tribe’s alarm went off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Muffin tribe wins immunity! Banana, you will be seeing us a tribal council tomorrow, rest up and sleep well!” Britteny said as the MTV’s disappeared into the gigantic mall.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463271083547396?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463271083547396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463271083547396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463271083547396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463271083547396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463249359834263</id><published>2005-01-01T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:21:33.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 3: Our Trio’s Down To Two.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Vedran couldn’t have been more alone within his tribe. It was clear to him that Michaela, Dylan, and Cori had an alliance. There was nothing he could do to save himself, nothing except to win the challenges. He figured it might help to boost the team’s self-confidence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Okay guys, listen up! There are only four of us but lets show these other two tribes that we are a tribe that you shouldn’t count out!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Yeah!” the others cheered and applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Vedran smiled, only hoping it would be enough to pull a win. He knew that if they didn’t he would be next to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Michaela was happily celebrating her victory over a grapefruit with Cori and Dylan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, we dominate this tribe and there is nothing little Vedran can do about it. All we need to do now is let him squirm. Frankly, I want to lose tomorrow so that we can seem him squirm for the remainder of his time in this dreadful place.” Michaela said as Dylan and Cori laughed evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          When one thinks of this mall, they think of a place full of fancy shops and beautiful places. This was the complete opposite. It was an empty, cold, place where the contestants had nothing to eat except the same food every day, shower tokens were running low and tensions were flaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Jeff! Get out of the shower! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Julia yelled “You’ve been in there for over an hour now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I’m milking this dumb token for all it is worth! Get out of here! NOW!” Jeff screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Ugh, no! What makes you think I have to listen to you?” Julia shouted back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “You will listen to me or else!” Jeff yelled.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “Do you honestly think that I am afraid of you? HAH!” Jeff shouted back.&lt;br /&gt;          “You should be, now get out of there before I make you get out of there!” Julia retorted as she smacked the shower door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As Julia smacked the shower door, the shower stopped and Julia smiled as Jeff stormed out, angry as could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “That’s it! Julia is out first. What makes her think she can talk to me that and get away with it? The gender war has begun!” Jeff said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Ugh!” Julia yelled, “Jeff is the first one gone! I tell you when we lose I’m going to party like it’s 1995!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Mike, I think it is unanimous that we are voting off Jeff, right?” Katie told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Um… yeah, I guess,” Mike was quite uncomfortable in the position he was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Mike was the swing vote, would he stick with his original plan and vote with the girls, or would he vote with the boys. Mike knew that Jeff was one of the bigger threats in the game, but should he take him out while he can, or use his power to my advantage. Mike decided to wait until after the reward challenge to decide Jeff’s fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The banana tribe was seemingly normal, as the true evil wasn’t visible by appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “So, if we lose tomorrow, Ingrid is gone. Agreed?” Cody asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I’m all for that, to be frank I am sick of her constant happiness. She disgusts me.” Elizabeth promised her vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Ingrid, what can we do? Our tie has been broken and they have majority, there is nothing that we can do. We need a miracle,” Ryan nervously said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “That’s all we can ask for,” Ingrid sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Look at her, she knows that we are watching her, yet she continues to form an alliance with them. I can’t believe her! She said she would vote with us! Argh!” Ingrid screamed as she stormed over to Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “So. You lie to my face then call me a waste. Who do you think you are? I knew I shouldn’t have brought friendships into this game, and now this one is over get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “What are you talking about?!?” Elizabeth yelled. “Can I not even talk to them without you breathing down my back? Well you know what? This friendship is over!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Fine! I don’t need a waste of bananas for a friend either!” Ingrid yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          It never failed to ruin the moment when Steven yelled, “Mall Mail!” he then read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Tribemates, are they friend or foe? This challenge will test what you know.  If to your tribemates you throw your fist, boy you’re in for a real twist,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “What do you think it means? Cori asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I don’t know… but we are going to win! Right guys?” Vedran did his best to psych up his team before the challenge, because whatever this twist was, he didn’t want to be on the losing end of it. That was for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Welcome survivors to your second immunity challenge!” Andrew said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Ready to hear your challenge?” Brittney asked as the crowed applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “You have been here for one whole week, living in the same quarters with 5 other contestants. Now it is your turn to share what you have learned. Each tribe will circulate one tribemate per question and for every question wrong you get one point. Whichever tribe has the most points at the end, loses reward. Second place gets one key card towards their mystery box. The winner of these challenge will get this!” Andrew exclaimed as he revealed the tarp on the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “The winner of this challenge will receive a sleep centre prize. This prize contains three mattresses, pillows, comforters, blankets and much more. Banana and Muffin each sit out two people and get ready for the challenge,” Brittney explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Julia, Jeff, Cody and Daniel sitting out. Survivors ready? GO!” Andrew yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Vedran&lt;br /&gt;Michaela&lt;br /&gt;Cori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Steven. H&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Question number one: What castaway was taken aback when they found out they weren’t in the split class? Please answer on the white boards in front of you,” Andrew asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul wrote Ingrid, Dylan wrote Vedran, and Steven wrote himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anwsers please.” Andrew asked, “The correct answer is Steven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first round, the score stood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins: 5&lt;br /&gt;Bananas: 4&lt;br /&gt;Grapefruit: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was close and it ended up coming to the last question between Muffins and Bananas as The blondes faced off Katie, Cori and Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “What does JLC stand for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie said Jamme Lee Curtis, Cori said ???, and Elizabeth said Jamie Lee Curtis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The winning tribe is the Banana! Second place is muffins and the Grapefruit lose again!” Brittney exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the MTV’s pulled out, Brittney yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait! Bring them back!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the MTV’s pulled back in the survivors were confused as to what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As we told you in the mall mail, there is a twist,” Brittney explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As it turns out, we had pre-determined that the losing tribe would be eliminated and the members on that tribe absorbed by the other two tribes in an playground pick. Grapefruit, you lost. Time to drop your buffs. Banana, you can pick first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll take Michaela,” Ingrid said.&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll take Vedran,” Jeff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of this, great sadness filled the hearts of both Cori and Dylan at the fact that they would be split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll take Cori, Elizabeth said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That means that Muffin gets Dylan. Rest up and meet you’re new tribe mates as the immunity idol becomes one.” Andrew bode them farewell.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463249359834263?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463249359834263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463249359834263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463249359834263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463249359834263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463220833444230</id><published>2005-01-01T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:16:48.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 2: Alliances Anonymous?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Michaela was nervous but confident at the same time. Could she trust her alliance of Dylan and Cori? Or would they backstab her and vote her out because of her performance at the challenge. She knew it was up to her to find out before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Cori, Dylan, can I talk to you for a second?” Michaela asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Yes sure, go ahead. You did an excellent job at the challenge yesterday,” Cori responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, I know that some people in the tribe want me out of here. But I want you to be honest with me. Will you honour out alliance and not vote me out?” she was upfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Of course we won’t!” Dylan said, “You know us better than that,” he smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, that is good then, who are we going to vote out tonight?” Michaela let then decide as she could care less, as long as she had power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Vedran is more useful to the tribe, plus he is cuter,” Cori said as Dylan hit her playfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Agreed. Josh is gone tonight,” Michaela spoke as if it was a done deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Josh and Vedran were at the other side of the tribe talking about the upcoming tribal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “We need majority, and there are more guys in this tribe. Let’s get Dylan over here,” Vedran said as Dylan walked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Dylan can we count on your vote for Cori at tonight’s tribal?” Josh asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Yeah, sure. Us guys have to stick together! Right?” Dylan said with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          It looked like Dylan was the swing vote. He could vote with the guys, or vote with the girls. All he knew was that he had power.&lt;br /&gt;          At the Banana tribe, the strong power struggle that was going on may have just finished. Ingrid and Ryan were talking to Elizabeth about her traitorous actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “So Elizabeth, when did the toilet get moved to the other side of the tribe?” Ingrid yelled.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “I’ll tell you, since she tried to betray us and get you voted out,” Ryan grunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I knew it wasn’t a smart idea to bring friendships into the game! Well, now I’ve got one less friendship!” Ingrid yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Wait, you guys stop! You don’t even know what I was doing!” Elizabeth tried to defend herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Don’t know what you were doing! Is that some kind of sick joke! You said I didn’t contribute anything to this tribe!” Ingrid yelled.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I was just throwing ideas around, you should be begging for me to come back because you are so out of here without me! I am truly sorry,” Elizabeth sounded like she meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, we forgive you,” Ingrid said with a wink “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The muffin tribe could be doing no better as Katie and Julia were in the spa getting manicures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Do you think the other blondes are going to like that you’re getting a manicure?” Julia asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Meh,” Katie said, “It’s not like they’ll ever know!” she smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          They were laughing as Mike walked over, Mike said convincingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “They guys want me to vote with them, but you have my vote at Tribal Council and I swear on it,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well… okay,” Katie seemed unsure of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “You have to have at least some trust in people,” Julia explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I guess you are right,” Katie said as she finished the manicure “Wow! That looks great!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Welcome to Tribal Council! You know what happens already, so lets jump right in,” Andrew greeted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “So, what was your major problem at this weeks reward challenge?” Brittney asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “It was me, my knee acted up in the water and I couldn’t swim any longer. It’s a good thing Dylan came to rescue me,” Cori looked at Dylan and winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Understandable,” Andrew said “What about the immunity challenge? Michaela I’ll let you answer this one,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, I did the best I could. I don’t know how the challenge creators knew that sushi was my most hated food. It was a weak spot and they found it,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, all is said, and all is done. Let’s get to the voting, Vedran is up first,” Brittney said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          One by one they voted. Vedran, Josh, Cori, Michaela and as Dylan showed his vote he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I’m sorry guys, but I just can’t vote off Cori, so you’ll have to go instead.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “We’ll tally the votes, the person voted off will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately,” Brittney said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “First vote, Cori,” Brittney read.&lt;br /&gt;          “Second vote, Josh. That’s one vote Cori, one vote Josh.,” Andrew read.&lt;br /&gt;          “Third Vote, Josh. Two votes Josh, one vote Cori.” Brittney read.&lt;br /&gt;          “The second person voted out of the mall. Josh. Please bring me your credit card.” Andrew said as he cut the card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “The tribe has spoken,” Brittney said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, that is another comrade down, or was he really even a comrade at all? I think this tribe has some issues to work towards. Go get some sleep, you’ll definitely need it.” Andrew said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Josh’s Final Words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Hey, I played the game the only way I knew how. Lurking in the shadows and not being noticed. If I were to play the game again, I would work towards a goal by doing whatever I needed to. I would be the one going out to get an alliance, not the one being asked. As for if I will come back for season 2. I’ll think about it. See y’all on the flipside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463220833444230?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463220833444230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463220833444230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463220833444230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463220833444230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463174565775126</id><published>2005-01-01T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:09:05.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Episode 2: Alliances Anonymous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The Muffins awoke the next day to the wonderful sound of running water. Mario was a wonder worker and fixed the toilet and sink wonderfully as well as stocking them with toothpaste, toothbrushes and toilet paper. The shower no longer needed credits and they had a spa to their name. Things were looking good for the muffin tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Katie was still nervous about her alliance making so she decided to get it out of the way. Who would the tribe least expect anyone to have an alliance with, and who was the first one to be voted out from their tribe? Mike. So Katie confronted Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Mike, I think it would be a good idea if we had an alliance, I mean who would expect it? If we lose tonight, we would be able to tie if we had to go to Tribal, I have Julia on my side and it wouldn’t be difficult to pick out anyone one of the three stooges over there,” Katie said as she looked towards Jeff, Sean and Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Sure.” Mike said while he was peeling the wrappers off of the muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Jeff, Paul, and Sean were talking at the other side of the store,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “There are four of us guys, and only two girls. Why don’t we just pick them off one by one if we lose the challenge tonight?” Jeff asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Is Mike trustable?” Sean wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I have talked to him,” Jeff was confident that Mike would vote with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Would this tribe become a battle of genders? How would Mike vote? Only time would tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Over at the Grapefruit Tribe, Michaela talked to Cori and Dylan about their alliances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “This will be a hard proposal to refuse. If you two align yourselves with me, we will have majority and be able to lead our tribe in power.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, it is a proposal that we have no choice to take,” Cori and Dylan agreed as Michaela smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Ingrid and Ryan were waiting impatiently for Elizabeth as she had gone to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Where is she?” Ryan yelled impatiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Lets go find her!” Ingrid said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So as Ingrid and Ryan walked through the store, they saw Elizabeth talking to Cody and his alliance. Curious to hear what they were discussing they hid out of site where they could “overhear” the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “Elizabeth, it only makes sense to break this stupid tie. Vote with us and we’ll get rid of Ingrid. She hasn’t done anything for this tribe and is a waste of Bananas,” Cody said convincingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I agree, and you can count on my vote if we go to Tribal Council tomorrow,” Elizabeth stated as she heard a rustle coming and footsteps pacing. This noise was Ryan and Ingrid running and Ingrid choking on her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I’d better go,” Elizabeth said as she ran back to where Ingrid and Glyde were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Ingrid didn’t have time to respond to Elizabeth’s traitorous act because as always, Daniel yelled “Mall Mail!” it read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I hope your hungry because you’re going to eat, be prepared for a tasty treat. It’s not like anything you’ve eaten before, and a nice drink you will have to pour,” Daniel read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Oh, no! A food challenge,” Ingrid screamed having to participate in this no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Welcome, Survivors to your gourmet feast!” Andrew said, “You will each have five people participating. You will then put these five people in order of how much their stomachs can handle. Let’s get ready,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Katie and Elizabeth sitting this one out. Tribes, get in your orders,”&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “This is how it will work. Each tribe has five eaters, during each round of eating; the last one to finish will be eliminated. The first tribe to have all players eliminated loses immunity. Survivors ready? Eat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The first piece of food was a worm, just a simple earthworm. Paul got it down first, then Cori. Eliminating Ingrid. After two more worm rounds Dylan and Julia were eliminated. Next were Jeff, Michaela, and Cody. This would prove to be a good round as Michaela finished first and then Cody. Josh was first out during the last round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The next round was to eat a piece of a Cow brain. Cori forfeit due to disgust, Sean lost to Steven, Vedran lost to Daniel, Cody lost to Michaela, and Mike lost to Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          There are five of you. The rounds to follow are individual rounds. Michaela is the last from Grapefruit to survive and if she loses, the tribe goes with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The first round was blood balls. Daniel couldn’t finish them and was disqualified. Next were buffalo kidneys and Steven had fallen hard, throwing up into his bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          There were only three left, one from each tribe, Michaela, Paul and Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “The next round will be….” Andrew tried to build the suspense.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “Just hurry up already!” Brittney snapped, “The next food will be raw fish, also known as sushi,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Michaela gulped she hated sushi, but tried her best to try and gulp it down, but she head Andrew say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Ryan finishes the Japanese delicacy easily,”&lt;br /&gt;          She looked over and saw Paul finish his sushi, much to her despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Muffin, Banana wins immunity! Grapefruit, you’ll be seeing us at Tribal tomorrow.” Andrew said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As the Grapefruit tribe headed back to camp, Michaela prayed her alliance would not fail, like she had done to the tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463174565775126?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463174565775126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463174565775126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463174565775126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463174565775126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463154997838279</id><published>2005-01-01T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:05:49.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 2: Alliances Anonymous?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The Grapefruit tribe awoke, tired from last nights Tribal Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “How did you guys do it?” Vedran asked Cori and Dylan about their show of intelligence in voting off Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, we got together right before we left for tribal to try and solve this conflict, when we both realized that Mitchell had said something each of us,” Cori explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “This is when we realized that our stories didn’t match up and that Mitchell was playing us like a fool. We knew he would be arrogant enough to vote for himself, so we pitched in and helped him out a bit,” Dylan finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As this was being explained, Josh, Vedran, and Michaela did not realize how foolish they had been to fall for Mitchell’s ploy. It was obvious to Michaela that Cori had dishonoured their alliance, and that she was alone. She was smart enough to realize what Mitchell knew, that at this point of the game, true alliances didn’t matter. You just needed majority. She would do what Mitchell couldn’t. She would undermine all others, no matter what it took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The Banana tribe woke up next to their half of the immunity idol. Since they came in first during that challenge, they each received a bonus shower token.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          This tribe was a tribe divided. There were two sides to this tribe. Ingrid, Elizabeth, and Ryan; and Cody, Steven, and Daniel. There was no budging either side, so if they went to Tribal Council, it would end up in ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “We all swear on our nose, toes, and land ownership not to vote for one another and vote united?” Ingrid asked as the others agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Okay you guys have to promise to stick with me and vote where I vote or else it won’t work,” Steven and Daniel understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Daniel felt good that he had found an alliance, and that his alliance trusted him with his vote. Daniel would do whatever he had to, to make it to the final four, even if it meant destroying alliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As the Banana tribe were a tribe divided, the Muffin tribe was the tribe united. They did everything together, with the exception of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The tribe was sitting around the centre of the store, with Mike in the corner, as Jeff yelled with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “Hey Mike! We don’t hate you! Get over here and join the fun!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Katie was happy that they were united so, but she knew that it wouldn’t, that it couldn’t, last for very long. She needed an alliance to keep herself safe, but with someone who it wouldn’t be expected. She needed a secret alliance, but with who? She didn’t have a chance to find out, as she heard Sean call “Mall Mail!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Arrive at challenge centre today, for your first reward, and it’s sure to pay. Food, Water, Shower what will it be? Working together as a team is the key.”&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “I also found this box,” Sean replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          It was a crate-like box, with three locks on it. Each lock has a swipe hole, for a credit card. At least that is what it looked like it was for.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I wonder what is in it?” Josh asked from the Grapefruit tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I guess we will just have to find out,” Vedran answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Welcome Survivors, to your first ever reward challenge,” Andrew said as the MTV’s pulled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Take a good look at the Grapefruit tribe, minus one Mitchell,” Britteny said as the Grapefruit tribe got off the MTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Reward challenges are very important in the game of survivor. Reward challenges make or break how you live at your camp. If you win the challenges, you can live like Kings, if you lose, you will struggle to survive. Ready to hear your challenge?” Brittney asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “You will each be given one credit card, you then must swim to the other side of the pool where you will find five pieces of wood tied to the bottom by a lock. To unlock this, you must find the piece of wood that matches with your credit card. Once you have your piece of wood, you must put it on the rungs to make a staircase, each staircase leads to the same place. The first tribe to finish wins reward and a credit card to release one lock from their tribe’s mystery box. The second tribe to finish also receives a credit card to their mystery box. Want to know what you’re playing for?” Andrew explained as the tribes cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I’m sure you have figured out that within your restroom, things are far from running perfect. Your reward is having none other than the famous plumber, Mario, spend a day at your camp working on your bathroom.” Brittney applauded Mario, as did the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “It’s a me! Mario! Coming to fix-a your toilets!” Mario said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Before we begin, Muffin and Banana each have to sit one person out. Remember, you can’t sit the same person out during consecutive challenges.” Andrew explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Okay, Ingrid and Mike are sitting out first. Survivors ready? Go!” Andrew yelled as the swimming commenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Jeff, Steven, and Dylan started, as they were neck in neck swimming there. Jeff got his card on the first swipe as he was first back to the other side, with Steven and Dylan not too far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “All three tribes have one, Muffin with a slight lead,” Andrew exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Paul, Cori, and Ryan went out. Paul and Ryan were quick to get the plank on their second or third card swipe. But then disaster struck, Cori’s knee acted up and she was a sitting duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I have to help her!” Dylan yelled, as he swam out to get Cori, they went together and got her plank, but by that time, Sean and Cody were already on their way out there. Josh had to hussle to make up for the time Cori lost as Andrew yelled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Muffin and Banana have come back with their forth, Grapefruit coming back with their third. As Katie and Daniel swam in, Vedran was swimming out for the forth. Julia and Elizabeth were the last swimmers. Julia swam out there neck and neck with each other. Michaela not too far away, was going for her last one as well. All three swimmers pulled in at the same time but there was a noticeable difference between the muffin tribe and the others. The muffin tribe had built their staircase as they were going, unlike the other two tribes. This paid off, and as they put the last rung up they ran up the staircase to claim their plumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Muffin Tribe wins immunity, Grapefruit and Banana tie and both receive a card for their mystery boxes” Brittney exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Go back to camp, and Muffin Tribe, enjoy the new spa Mario is putting in!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “A SPA!” Katie yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Now I can finally get that manicure and facial!” Jeff squealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Err…right,” Julia was frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Everyone go back to camp and rest up, you all did a fine job at today’s challenge, and we’ll be waiting for you tommorow!” Andrew said as the MTV’s pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463154997838279?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463154997838279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463154997838279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463154997838279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463154997838279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463126538505249</id><published>2005-01-01T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:01:05.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode One: Not A Typical Day At The Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;          It was an early morning over at the Banana Barn as Cody and Ryan were the first awake.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;“Listen,” Cody said, “If you want to have any hope at all at winning the million bucks, you need alliances. No one in the right mind would expect us to have an alliance, so this is how it is going to work. I will set up a mock alliance with Steven and Daniel, we will then have majority. By then the merger should have taken place. Understand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but aren’t you afraid this might blow up in our faces?” Ryan questioned Cody’s credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really Ryan, do you not trust me with this?” Cody said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, I’ll go along with this, I guess.” Ryan was uncertain about this alliance and knew what he had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ryan walked over to Ingrid and Elizabeth, he found them discussing alliances as well. This is when Ryan decided to take matters into his own hands. He told the three of them Cody’s intentions and realized that he now had majority and was in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things couldn’t be worse over at the Grapefruit Tribe as Cori and Dylan were at each other’s throats constantly. Michaela sighed, as she knew that the Immunity challenge was fast approaching and she questioned whether or not they would have the teamwork skills necessary to complete it, but they showed up nonetheless as the MTV’s arrived at each camp and took them to challenge centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome to Challenge Centre, this is where all challenges and tribal council meetings take place, Muffin Tribe has been here once before, but this is the first time for the other two tribe, you will be competing for the immunity idol” Andrew explained as Brittney revealed a Cash Register that split into two parts “The immunity idol is in two parts, one for each tribe, the last tribe to complete the challenge will be visiting us at Tribal Council. Ready to hear your challenge?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tribes prepared themselves for the challenge, Cori and Dylan were once again heard exchanging one-liners between themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This challenge,” Brittney said, trying to get the attention of the audience, is an obstacle course. Each tribe will be given a shopping cart and a list of five items to find throughout the mall, the first two tribes to meet back here with all five items in their carts win immunity”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Survivors ready? Go!” Andrew exclaimed as the tribes grabbed their carts and head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each tribe went in a different direction as they looked at their list, the five items were as followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         Bounty Double Roll Toilet Paper&lt;br /&gt;-         Steelers Official Sideline Cap&lt;br /&gt;-         Cat Nip&lt;br /&gt;-         Lego Star Wars – C3PO Individual&lt;br /&gt;-         Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These items were all located throughout local stores in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muffin Tribe started by running into PetPlace in search of Cat Nip, they were lucky when they heard Julia yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey guys! Over here! I’ve found the Cat Nip”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grapefruit Tribe, in a toy store next to PetPlace overheard this and made Vedran run next door to get the Cat Nip. As he approached the toy store once again, he heard Andrew say over the intercom “Banana Tribe – 3, Muffin Tribe – 2, Grapefruit Tribe – 1” at the sound of this he blew up inside and ran into the toy store to find Dylan and Cori going at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dylan! I can’t believe you sometimes!”&lt;br /&gt;“Cori! You are sick! I hate you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You guys, STOP!” the rest of the tribe yelled in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time this happened, Brittney was on the intercom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Banana Tribe, Wins Immunity! Muffin Tribe with 4”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go!” Vedran yelled. While Vedran and the others ran, Josh noticed Mitchell at the back of the group, almost walking as if he wasn’t even trying.&lt;br /&gt;   Meanwhile, The Muffin Tribe was still on their fourth item when they heard Andrew on the intercom saying that the Grapefruit’s now had three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mike! Let’s Go!” Paul yelled at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was deep into reading of the sixth Harry Potter book “The Half Blood Prince” and he would not budge until Jeff decided to take action. He ripped the book from Mike and punted it as far as it would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grapefruit Tribe, now working as hard as they could, were saddened when they heard Andrew once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Muffin Tribe, Wins Immunity! Grapefruit’s are going to see us at Tribal Council tonight! Go back to camp and rest up. You’re going to need it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Back at the Grapefruit Tribe, Mitchell was about to seal the deal as he confronted Vedran, Josh, and Dylan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       “Cori is a pest and she needs to become what all pests become, exterminated. Can I count on your vote for Cori tonight, we have majority after all.” Mitchell persuaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       As he got their assurance of a vote for Cori, he made his way over to the two girls to assure that they voted for Dylan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       “The guys are planning to vote for you Cori, at the next Tribal. If I can count on your vote towards Dylan, we can make it a tie and try to convince one of the guys to side with us. So, what do you think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Once again, he received assurance from the girls on their vote for Dylan right before they left on the MTV’s to Tribal Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       “Welcome to Tribal Council, there are six of you now, but there will only be five remaining by the end of the night. If you would step forward towards us we will begin,” Andrew explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       As the castaways stepped forward, Brittney revealed a cash register, coloured blue, just like their tribe colour as she said, &lt;br /&gt;       “ Inside the register, there are six credit cards, a credit card represents your life in the mall, without it, you have no life. If you are the one that is voted out tonight, your credit card will be cut and you will be asked to leave the tribal council area immediately. Before we start voting, we have a few questions to ask you,”&lt;br /&gt;          “What happened to you guys during the immunity challenge?” Andrew asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, a few of our tribe mates decided to get into a little fight and let it interfere with our teamwork and overall, reflected upon how we performed at today’s immunity challenge,” Michaela spoke in turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Who were these individuals?” Brittney questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Dylan and Cori,” Mitchell responded, trying to keep the smirk off his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, it’s time to vote. Josh, you’re up first.” Andrew explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Josh and Vedran were first to cast their votes. Mitchell knew that they would stay loyal to them. He smirked with great evil as he then watched Cori, Michaela and Dylan go up to vote. He was last to vote as he revealed his vote to the camera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “These people are just too stupid to catch on to my plot. The girls voting for the guys, the guys voting for the girls and Cori going home. It’s perfect, I have nothing to lose, so I am casting this vote for myself,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As he held up his vote, he danced back to his seat and watched as Andrew got the cashier filled with the votes (which were written on mall receipts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “We will now tally the votes. The person voted out is to leave tribal council area immediately with all of their belongings” Andrew explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Wait!” Cori yelled, “Before you tally the votes, I have an announcements to make!” at the sound of this, chills went down Mitchell’s spine “Dylan and I have resolved our conflict and have voted for the person deserving of going home,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          At the sound of this, Mitchell turned bright pink as he saw Cori and Dylan both shooting dirty looks his way. What had he done, foolishly voting for himself? How could he have been so immature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “The first vote, Dylan,” Brittney read as Michaela recognized it.&lt;br /&gt;          “The second vote, Cori,” Vedran laughed, as he did in awkward situations.&lt;br /&gt;          “The third vote, Mitchell” Andrew read out loud, this one was Mitchell’s own.&lt;br /&gt;          “The fourth vote, Mitchell. That is one vote Cori, one vote Dylan, and two votes Mitchell,” Mitchell was sweating like a broken faucet.&lt;br /&gt;          “The first person voted out of Survivor – Swenty Tix is, Mitchell. Mitchell please bring me your card,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Mitchell brought his card up to Andrew. Who had pulled out a rustic pair of scissors. He looked back at Cori and Dylan and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You out-played me, fair and square”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Mitchell, the tribe has spoken,” Brittney said as Mitchell left the area in an MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, it looks like you guys have already started to out-play each other, head back to camp and get some rest,” Andrew said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mitchell’s Final Words&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, I tried my best. I guess I just started playing the game too hard too early. I have to hand it to Cori and Dylan though; they had me convinced I was in power until Cori made that announcement. They handed it to me on a silver platter, and for that I have to give them props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          If I were asked to come back, I definitely would. However, I would probably lay back and let the alliances and controversy come to me, rather than chase after it. I had fun and would be willing 100% to come back and do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya in Survivor 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463126538505249?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463126538505249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463126538505249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463126538505249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463126538505249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463077294684837</id><published>2005-01-01T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:52:52.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode One: Not A Typical Day At The Mall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;          The muffin tribe awoke bright and early the next morning, ready for whatever challenge may face them.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “Okay you guys. Are you ready for this? We are going to do our best to answer all of the questions correctly. Let’s hear it! 3, 2, 1, MUFFINS!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As the tribe cheered loudly, Mike prepared himself to be the hero in this situation as he thought to himself&lt;br /&gt;          “This is my chance to shine, I will lead us to great food and secure me a spot as provider for this tribe. I am cute towards Jeff on the outside, but once I get the chance, he is as good as squashed. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Hey guys! We got Mall Mail!” Paul yelled as the rest of the tribe hurried over to see the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Dear Muffin Tribe,&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                    The MTV is on its way to pick you up and bring you to Challenge Centre, where the quiz will take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             Profesh and Camcorder”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Just as the letter had been read, the MTV (mall transport vehicle) had pulled up to Muffin Mart and took the tribe to Challenge Centre where Andrew and Brittney were awaiting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Welcome, Muffin Tribe, to the quiz that will determine the rest of your days here at the mall. Your score will be marked on a + - level. Every time you get a question wrong, you will get a negative one, every time you get a question right, it is a positive one. If you end up with a negative number, your treat will be none other then the lovely tuna muffins,” groans came from the tribe as Brittney began, “There are five questions. If you get between 1-3, you will have a bran muffin, and if you get a 4 or higher, you will have a choice of any muffin. Is this all clear?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          As the tribe understood the task ahead of them, they were given four letter cards (A, B, C, and D) for multiple-choice questions. The tribe assembled in position for the quiz to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Question 1: What is the name of the first muffin film&lt;br /&gt;a)     The Muffin Tree&lt;br /&gt;b)     Bluebirds In The Spring&lt;br /&gt;c)      Hungry&lt;br /&gt;d)     Beware”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know this one! It is hun--” as she was cut off by Mike, who immediately yelled out “ It’s D! Beware! I remember because it was a warning as to how dangerous muffins were!” the tribe took this with great gratitude as they held up the letter D, much to Katie’s dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I’m sorry,” Brittney said with great sarcasm “But that’s wrong! You stand at a negative one!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Trying to keep up the spirit of the tribe Jeff exclaimed,  “C’mon guys we can do it! No sweat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Question 2: What kind of muffins grew on the muffin tree?&lt;br /&gt;a)     Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;b)     Cherry&lt;br /&gt;c)      Tuna&lt;br /&gt;d)     Chocolate Chip”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Katie reached for the A card, she had found that Mike once again beat&lt;br /&gt;her to it; he was proudly holding the C card. As she grumbled inside, she realized she had to get the next one right or else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Question 3: In “Feed Me”, what does the girl claim to be allergic to?&lt;br /&gt;a)     Tuna&lt;br /&gt;b)     Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;c)      Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;d)     Bran”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, she yelled “Mike! Don’t!” to try to stop him from raising his&lt;br /&gt;card, but it was too late. Her last hope was gone. They were succumbed to Tuna Muffins for the rest of their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “It’s over, but you have one last chance for Bran,” Andrew explained “If you are all willing to give up one shower token, you will be upgraded to Bran muffins for the rest of the time here at the mall.”&lt;br /&gt;          The tribe felt this was their only option as they each gave up a shower token. For Mike, it was a very uncomfortable ride home. He tried so hard to earn something for the group, but he failed, and he knew the looks he was getting. If they didn’t win immunity tomorrow, his sorry butt would be out of there so fast; he’d be unable to let the door hit him on the way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          When the tribe got back to camp, they were exhausted and went to sleep to rest up for tomorrows challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          At the Grapefruit Tribe, Mitchell continued his plan of domination as he targets the two powerhouse rivals of the tribe. Cori and Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “My plan is to tell them each a story about the other to get them riled up about each other so that they will be enough of a distraction for me to make an alliance to vote them off, first one, then the other,” he said to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Heading over to talk to Cori, he notices that the others are nowhere to be found “Perfect” he thought.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “Hi Cori, there is something urgent that I need to discuss with you.”&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          “Ugh, Mitchell you are wasting my time. Now what is so urgent that you need to interrupt me while I’m peeling the grapefruits, it isn’t as easy as it looks ya know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, it is about what Dylan said, you know about you liking me and all that? I really don’t have rough, manly hands.” Mitchell smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “WHAT!” Cori went berserk as she ran off to find Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “I have to find him first!” Mitchell declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So as Mitchell ran off in the opposite direction as Cori, he ran into Dylan first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Hey Dylan! There is something I need to talk to you about!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “What is it now Mitchell?” Dylan sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, it is about what Cori said to me, that you liked her and all. I was just wondering what happened in Mr. Rajotte’s office was that enjoyable for you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “WHAT!!!” Dylan ran towards Cori, probably the fastest he had ever been seen running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Five minutes later, the ground shook and Mitchell knew that the two had met at last. He chuckled to himself, desperately awaiting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Smell was the problem over at the Banana Barn, but it would be a problem no longer as Ingrid and Elizabeth came to the rescue. When they went adventuring into their restrooms they found two half-full canisters of hair spray. They were well received when they found something that smelled better than hay&lt;br /&gt;          “Not like we would use it anyway,” Ingrid retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Hey man! This place smells good now, kind of like Beyonce!” Daniel squealed at the name of the singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          “Well, Elizabeth, I think we’ll be safe for this round,” Ingrid smiled and winked at Elizabeth before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463077294684837?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463077294684837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463077294684837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463077294684837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463077294684837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9859279.post-110463063272580932</id><published>2005-01-01T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:01:56.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode One: Not A Typical Day At The Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would firstly like to welcome you all to the island of Kcormahs, located in the north Atlantic. I am Andrew Profesh, and I will be your guide, but first there is something you need to know. The eighteen of you were not brought here for an exotic vacation, as you were so wrongly lead on. You are here to win a million dollars.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the group gasped and started deep in to discussion, an approaching female interrupted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ My name is Brittney Camcorder, and if you think winning a million dollars is easy, than think again. The eighteen of you are the castaways for the next round of survivor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This season of survivor will not only test you physically, but mentally as well, but alas, you should not worry of survival in the great outdoors. Worry only of being claustrophobic, because for the next forty-something days, you will be trapped inside the Swenty Tix mall, located right behind me.” Andrew butted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the eighteen now-castaways saw the enormous mall awaiting them, all they could do is drop their jaws. All they awaited now was there tribes….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You will now be divided into tribes, we have used a random generator to pick tribes and tribe locations…. the first tribe, Team Muffin, wearing red, consists of: Jeff, Sean, Paul, Mike, Katie and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red, muffin decorated buffs were handed to the first six individuals as the drawing continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the blue, Team Grapefruit has Dylan, Mitchell, Josh, Vedran, Cori, and Michaela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue “pamplemousse” buffs were tossed around for the next six to call their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our final tribe, Team Banana, will wear the green buff. These lucky castaways are: Steven. H, Ryan, Cody, Daniel, Ingrid, and Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have your teams, you will be taken to your wing of the mall and your camp by mall transit vehicles. Your camps are located in now-empty stores. You will not be permitted to leave your wing of the mall, each wing has a rest-room, it may not be in the best condition, but it is a rest-room nonetheless It is up to you to use what you have at your camp The Muffin tribe will be located in the northwest corner of the mall in the Muffin Mart store. The Grapefruit tribe will be located in the northeast corner of the mall, in Grapefruit Grove; and the Banana tribe will be located in the southern wing of the mall in the Banana Barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know everything that you need to know, you will have the rest of the day to get camp ready and your first immunity challenge is tomorrow.” Camcorder added as the vehicles left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tribes arrived at their camps, they found nothing but an empty store with the sign “Muffin Mart”, “Grapefruit Grove” or “Banana Barn” on it. The stores were completely empty except for a large crate in the middle; on top of this crate there was a note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tribe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the game of survivor, you need to live, of course. We have supplied you with the bare necessities; the good old bear necessities of life. You have cots located in this crate; there are six, one for each castaway. You also need a supply of food. Unlike in previous seasons, you will not live off of rice. You will live off of what your tribe name implies, whether it is muffins, grapefruits or bananas. Of course this is not all that you will have to eat, you may earn food at reward challenges. Until then, enjoy your feast! You will also each receive three shower tokens, use with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profesh &amp; Camcorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three tribes opened their chests to find their feasts, they only found the two other tribes food, Muffin tribe received grapefruits and bananas and vice versa. As they went to their rest rooms they found, a source of running water, and a hardly working toilet. There was a place for a shower, but it required shower tokens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at the Banana Barn, living conditions weren’t so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yo man, this so ain’t cool! It stinks like hay and! @#$” Daniel exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;“Well Daniel…. This was once a barn of some sort,” as Steven chimed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at the Grapefruit tribe, we have players starting to play the game already as Mitchell starts to plot.&lt;br /&gt;“My plan is to make a fight break out between the two key arguers that were convientely placed in the same randomized tribe, and for once it isn’t me” as he snickers to himself evilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the mall, at the muffin tribe, the first exciting twist of the game unfolds. As Jeff hears a beep over the intercom, he walks to the front of the store, where he sees a mailbox titled “Mall Mail”. As he took the mail out of the box, he went to the rest of the group to read it aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay guys, listen up. I have “Mall Mail”. Ready to hear this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the group nodded their heads in excitement, Jeff read on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Congratulations, since you are the muffin tribe you are the only group to have a say in what kind of food you eat,” as loud cheers came from the rest of the group she read on “You will participate in a group quiz of muffins, the questions come from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muffinfilms.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.muffinfilms.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Luck,&lt;br /&gt;Profesh &amp;amp; Camcorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katie smirked, as she knew she would get her first real chance to shine tomorrow when they took the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9859279-110463063272580932?l=lesurvivor26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/feeds/110463063272580932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9859279&amp;postID=110463063272580932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463063272580932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9859279/posts/default/110463063272580932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesurvivor26.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Dave Bojangles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/247/1245/640/blog2.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
